War and Insults

AT the START of the VALLEY, lies O'CALLEY

It was a strange and roiled affair
The one O' Calley had up there
Just down the road and some southbound
In a town called there's no one around.

He could woo, oh my- like no- none before.
With words thought out in sense and more-
He'd like to trap her in a corner place
To caress her lips, and straddle her face

Then pinch her bottom, tread her foot
And if she cried, he would bite her butt.
And then he would pierce her, in every way
And wriggle she tried, couldn't get away.

Now that gal screamed and cussed some too
But that never stopped the guy to woo.
He puled and he poked and he would covertly play
Until she slept exhausted or gave him his way.

In time, he went off, to eat and to sleep
There she lay, in a bed of pain to weep.
But he always came back, so gently beginning
With a hug and a love, and a smirk over winning.

In funny, blank hours, she gingerly hoped
He was gone and maybe just her mind was doped.
But hell no, here he came again
Tongue out like a dog and demonic grin.

She fisted and puffed and fought to get free
But alas, thought she, the one who hurts is me.
To kick him, put pain in her body tender
And if she persisted, it brought a rear-ender.

How she wept and hated from dusk until dawn,
And when her night was depleted, he laughed and was gone.
Only one hope left that poor girl some ease-
O'Calley was dying, and ?'SOON, if you please'.

Sure, it made no difference that he was smart
Or that he honed wooing into an art.
His sneering and taunting, and barging right in
Made all that he was, into immoral sin.


Oh, try as she might, for his soul to plead,
For God in HIS mercy, "dispense with his need" ;
At her prayer he would mock
And his visage disguise.
So all her prayer now is "God speed his demise."